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Xiaoba, who found the computer, used the method in her memory to enter the dark web and log in to the information database, and then indexed the information she needed——even so, because she didn't know what she needed, so she could only use general keywords as a guide search.

It really made her find something.

About the whereabouts of Andre's troops.

Since we want to trace Andre's past, let's start the investigation from the areas they have set foot in.

Xiaoba thought about it, and searched for relevant content, including the name of Andre's team in the outside world: mimic.

Mimic?Why not call it Mickey Mouse... She muttered, and looked at the timetable.

The latest information is all she understands, that is, the battles a while ago, she even found herself in it—what the hell!What is a "hypocritical merciful person"? ? ?She just doesn't want to kill anyone!

She didn't claim that she didn't kill people out of compassion, so why call her hypocrisy!

She doesn't like coriander, does she still say that she pretends to think that if she doesn't eat coriander, she won't die! ?

Gritting his teeth and looking down, Xiao Ba silently wrote down a note in the small notebook in his heart:

Damn it, don't let her know who called this nickname, or Maomao will let him know how luscious the cat's claws are made from the cornerstone of the world—what is the cornerstone of the world?

A stone slab that seemed to be made by a lover of the second disease popped up in my head, followed by "moderate hardness and softness, never wears out, the sound of grinding claws is not harsh and comfortable, scratch a few when the claws are itchy You can roll on it when you sleep at night" and a series of impressions that I don't know how to describe...

This should be her white moonlight cat scratching post.

After all, every cute kitten should have its own cat scratching board.

Xiao Ba accurately defines the slate, and he is indeed the person who knows himself best.

Even in a state of amnesia.

Turning his attention back to the intelligence library in front of him from the white moonlight cat scratching board where he doesn't know where it is now, Xiao Ba continued to read:

Before that, it appeared in London, which was already a year and a half ago, and before that, it was the battlefield in the Middle East... Think about it carefully, except for London, Andre and the others seem to have always been in the most dangerous place in the world. Wandering in the chaotic battle situation.

If it's a mercenary, it's not surprising that they join the battlefield for money, but Andre and the others don't seem to have this idea.

They are not obsessed with the battlefield, obsessed with killing characters... Then why are they always wandering in the battlefield...

Combined with his usual observations of Andre and others, Xiao Ba frowned inexplicably.

Compared with these dangerous areas, those few places where the situation is relatively stable are very eye-catching.

Like London.

Xiaoba's intuitive breakthrough is here, but now is not the time to think carefully.

The administrator of this information base has discovered that something is wrong.

at the same time.

"Huh?" The pale face of the Russian youth biting his thumb and thinking about the follow-up plan moved, and his gaze fell from the screen he was staring at to the folding screen on the other side.

……what happened?

He was actually kicked off the assembly line?

As the creator and administrator of the Rat of the Dead House information database, he was kicked offline?

Someone logged into his account from a different place.

interesting.

The bloody finger was put down, and the slender fingers quickly entered a string of character commands on the white keyboard, but found that they could not immediately log in to the account. The devil squinted his eyes, changed to log in to another account, and began to interfere with the other party's operations.

Finally, I remembered the information about Andre and the others in the intelligence database—it seemed that the administrator of the intelligence database called the Rat of the House of Death found out that something was wrong and came to interfere, but fortunately, the method seemed familiar to her, and she also followed suit. While blocking the other party to prevent him from being disconnected, he memorized the information here. After confirming that he had remembered it, Xiao Ba blew up the other party's hand, took the opportunity to log out, and cleaned up his own login traces. His movements were skillful.

After finishing it in one go and confirming that she was not being tracked, she left the Internet cafe, passed by a convenience store, bought a can of Feizhai Happy Water with the money given by Andre, and took a sip before recalling her conditioned reflex just now:

This already involves a part of hacking technology, why does she do this...

Do current students have to learn such complicated things in computer class?

The page returned to his usual screen, as if the silent battlefield for control a few minutes ago did not exist, Fyodor Dostoevsky leaned back on the computer chair, watching the computer screen scrolling The data, frowning slightly.

The unknown intruder browsed all the news about mimic in the database, because his intelligence arrangement is advancing from near to far in time, so the browsing order of the other party also starts from the most recent event and moves forward a few years ago thing.

Did you come here for information on mimic?

However, the online database of the Rat of the Dead House only records the whereabouts of the mimic and the incidents caused by it. The location of the top-secret information base—there is a record of why Mimic became Mimic.

If the other party is here to investigate the mimic, and knows that there is information about the mimic in the rat of the dead house, the content of the online intelligence database may not be able to satisfy the appetite of the other party.

Would that person hack into the offline intelligence library—no, more precisely, would that person know of the existence of the offline intelligence library?

Not sure, but, sure...

Fyodor thought about it, glanced at the information the other party had seen, thought about it, and contacted the smuggling ship and decided to go to England.

London, England, if he is not mistaken, the next place the other party will investigate is London, England.

Scotland did not have the slightest objection to the fact that she was going to London. After all, according to André Gide's original plan, he was going to send the child to London for resettlement: he had an acquaintance there who could barely be called a friend. People would be willing to take care of this child.

"Conan... Doyle?" Hachi repeated the name Scotland had told her, as if anyone who heard a foreign name for the first time was not quite sure if he could pronounce it correctly.

But Scotland keenly noticed her punctuation: Conan, Doyle.

This punctuation led to her mouth, as if this person's name had become the names of two people.

Keeping this in mind silently, Scotland pretended not to care and asked, "Why, is there something wrong with this name?"

——Probably not, the name Conan Doyle only represents a dentist, unless someone explores the relationship between this name and another famous British detective...

"I seem to remember something," the girl with different pupils wore a pair of sunglasses covering her overly eye-catching heterochromatic pupils, "I seem to know someone, and his name is Conan."

"Really, this Mr. Conan Doyle is a dentist—you shouldn't be afraid of dentists, right?" Scotland said half-jokingly: after all, dentists are the big devil in the childhood memories of more than [-]% of the children in the world.

"So it's a dentist?" Xiao Ba said to himself, "I thought it was a detective."

Scotland's heart almost skipped a beat: "Why do you think so?"

"I don't know, I just feel... the name Conan seems to go wherever it goes, and there will be some big cases."

"..."

What kind of ghost impression is this? !

Although Mr. Conan Doyle's other vest identity is the very famous detective Sherlock Holmes, but that is all found by the informant himself, not the meaning of where Conan Doyle is now going to find cases!

Scotland hesitated to speak, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the words.

The first time she met Conan Doyle, Xiao Ba felt that this person was difficult to deal with: the last person who gave her such a feeling was too...

Thoughts were broken.

too what?

She tried hard to think about it, but she couldn't think of anything. She only vaguely remembered that he seemed to be a young man who liked to laugh a lot. He taught her a lot. He was a bad-hearted person who liked to tease others. Fantastic youth.

I can't remember what it looks like, but the only thing I have a little impression of is a pair of iris-colored eyes that are as warm and cold as if soaked in ice water, hiding the deep sadness and deeper feelings that she can't see clearly.

Is... her teacher?

Thinking of the picture of the other party guiding her softly in the memory fragments that emerged, Xiao Ba thought uncertainly.

"Andre's request..." The dentist in a white coat glanced at the letter from Scotland. In addition, he also received an email from Andre. With recognition, "Mrs. Hudson has sorted out 221A, and you can live there—although I don't think you'll be staying here for long."

Scotland and Xiao Ba showed puzzled expressions at the same time.

Oops, it seems to have been seen through... Looking into those gray eyes, Xiao Ba thought nervously.

After Scotland left, Xiao Ba, who found an opportunity to come over, confirmed his guess:

"I tried to persuade Andre, but he didn't listen to me." The man who finished his dental work took a snuff bottle, looked at a human skull model at hand, and said casually, "It's expected, after all, we just It's just two meetings."

Hearing this, Xiao Ba put down the newspaper that Conan Doyle handed her just now, and asked doubtfully, "We only met twice?"

"Of course, this doesn't prevent us from becoming good friends. It's just that," his face darkened for a moment, "no matter how good a friend is, it's hard to stop him from going to hell to redeem his sins."

Glancing at the girl who was looking for knowledge over there, Conan Doyle thought for a while, and briefly recounted his acquaintance with Andre: a very simple story, a walking dead who came to England to seek "help", guarding the The peaceful detective of this city met for the first time when the latter introduced the bell tower attendant to the former, and for the second time when Conan Doyle sent André Gide to leave England.

"Does Mr. Conan Doyle know what Andre and the others want?" Xiao Ba couldn't help asking.

"I shouldn't be the one to tell the answer, and he didn't tell me—of course I found the answer on my own." Mr. Detective, who was already "Sherlock Holmes", looked at the message from Scotland Yard. When a difficult case came, he wrote "Pay attention to shoes" on it and sent it back, saying, "If you want to know, you can find it yourself."

"..."

Why does it feel a little familiar... Exam?

The teacher whose name she couldn’t recall seemed to guide her in the same way: the answers to questions of interest should be obtained by investigating the results by herself, rather than relying on others to give answers.

Xiao Ba thought for a while and asked: "Then can you tell me, Andre and the others want to see the purpose of the Knight Commander of the Clock Tower Attendant?"

This question made Mr. Detective freeze for a moment as he looked at the skull.

The kid was more perceptive than he thought.

He realized this, so he uttered what he didn't plan to tell the other party: "In order to liberate their souls."

Xiaoba: "..."

What the hell?

Please say English (speaking in human language), ok?

I thought it was some special adjective, but looking at Mr. Detective who was obsessed with the case after saying this sentence, Xiao Ba fell silent.

... Are you there, riddlers must die, understand?